Quotes from Michael Connelly

We are all circling the drain, he thought. Some are closer to the black hole than others;

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I'm only a few years behind you," she said. "It will happen to me." "No, you'll be fine," Bosch said. "Your job is telling stories. Stories will always need to be told.

The mark of a true artist, I believe, is to create something that can live on in another's imagination. Hieronymus Bosch certainly accomplished this.

Just coffee," Bosch said. "You already ate?" Wish said when the waitress went away. "Uh, no. But I'm fine." "You don't eat much, I can tell.

Mel Gibson saved a lot of lives. All those sideways shooters, they couldn't hit shit. We ought to make him like an honorary cop or something.

Do we have a deal?

There's always a Starbucks around.

I was writing about a man who every day ventured into the human abyss, whose job took him across landscapes of chaos and its consequences. I was writing the story of a man who confronted horrific evil among men and who all the while wrestled with his own dark currents. From that day on he became Detective Hieronymus Bosch.

parked so that their driver's-side windows faced each other and they could talk without getting out of their vehicles. In LAPD slang, it was called a "69 meeting" because of the positioning of the cars.

collected this myself." "You have my word." "And you have mine." Vance nodded and there did not seem to be anything else to say.

We were parked in the lot of a strip shopping center on Tustin Boulevard in the city of Orange. Book Carnival was a small business between a rock shop and what looked like a vacant slot. Three doors down was a gun store.

Bosch's mind touched his memory of his brief meeting with his own father. A sick old man on his death bed. Bosch had forgiven him for every second he had been robbed. He knew he had to or he would face the rest of his life wasting his pain on it.

Well, if this thing finally hits the radar, you can expect to see him. He wrote a bestselling book on the first go-round. I guarantee he'll be back for the sequel." Rachel thought about the book she had been reading on the plane and that was now in her bag. She wasn't sure whether it was the subject or the author that had drawn her

The chief didn't respond. He leaned back in his chair and stared at a toy police helicopter hanging on a string from the ceiling. He liked to say it was the tiny department's air squadron.

That's my job, to forge the blade. To sharpen it. To use it without mercy or conscience. To be the truth in a place where everybody lies.

He taught Bosch early on that in society all victims are not created equal, but to the true detective they must be.

authors: Alafair Burke, Steph Cha, Ivy Pochoda.

The song was "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," and she produced a sound from the horn that no human voice could ever touch. It was plaintive and sad but it came with an undeniable wave of underlying hope. It made Bosch think that there was still a chance for him, that he could still find whatever it was he was looking for, no matter how short his time was.

Happy is the man who finds refuge in himself.

He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in.

The nail that sticks out gets pounded down.

True justice was the brass ring just out of reach.

I couldn't become bogged down with it. I had to get